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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.