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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.