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 Italy 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.