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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.