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 Paraguay 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.