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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.