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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.