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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.