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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.