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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.