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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.