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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Crime,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.