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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.