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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.