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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.