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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.