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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Move to the crunk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.