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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.