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 Ukraine 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.