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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.