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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound 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?
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.