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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.