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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Franke,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.