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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 Holger Czukay 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.