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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.