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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.