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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.