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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.