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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.