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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.