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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Can,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.