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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Human League to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.