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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.