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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.