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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Lalann,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.