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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 theremin 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
June Days,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.