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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Television,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.