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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.