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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.