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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 the Normal 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.