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 Ivory Coast 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Ituana 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.