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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.