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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q and Not U 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.