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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.