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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Ituana,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.