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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.