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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Index,
The Names,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.