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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.