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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.