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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.