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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Saints 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Neu!,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.