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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.