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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.