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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.