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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.