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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Associates to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Scion,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.