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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Darondo 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.