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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Scion,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.