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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.