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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.