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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.