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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.