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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
The Move,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.