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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Monks,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.