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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Wings,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.