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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.