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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.