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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Japan,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.