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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.