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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 snare 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Crime,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.