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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.