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 Mali and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.