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 Afghanistan 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
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.