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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.