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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
The Monks,
The Busters,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.