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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.