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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.