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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.