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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.