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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.