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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.