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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.