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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Technova,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.