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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.