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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tomorrow 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.