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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.