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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.