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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.