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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
PIL,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.