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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Harry Pussy 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.