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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.