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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
X-101,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.