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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.