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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.