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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.