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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.