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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.