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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.