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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.