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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.