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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Gun Club 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.