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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.