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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.