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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Ludus,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.