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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.