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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.