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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.