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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.