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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.