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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.