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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Deakin,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.