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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.