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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.