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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.