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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.