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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Model 500,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.