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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
The Move,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Pole,
June Days,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.