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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.