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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Brick,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.