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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.