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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.