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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.