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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
The Litter,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.