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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Slave,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.