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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.