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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.