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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.