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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.