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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.