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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.