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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Nico,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.