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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.