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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Kinks to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.