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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.