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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.