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 Eritrea 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.