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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.