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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.