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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.