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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
The Motions,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
John Cale,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.