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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.