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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.