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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.