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 Namibia and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.