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 Zambia and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.