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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.