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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 Prince Buster 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.