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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.