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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Sound to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.