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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.