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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Franke,
Nas,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.