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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.