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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.