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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
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The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.