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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
UT,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.