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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.