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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.