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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.