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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Seeds to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.