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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.