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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Wire to the techno 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 Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Monks,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.