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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.