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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.