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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.