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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.