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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.