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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Technova,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.