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 Ethiopia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys 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?
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Wings,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.