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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.