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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Television,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.