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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.