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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.