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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Sugar Minott 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.