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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.