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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
The Monks,
Deakin,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.