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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.