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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.