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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.