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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.