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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.