Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Neu!,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.