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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.