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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
the Swans,
Crime,
Pagans,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.