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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.