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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.