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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Motions to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.