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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.