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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.