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 Belarus 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Remains,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.