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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Josef K,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
AZ,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.