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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.