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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.