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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.