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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.