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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.