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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.