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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.