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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.