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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.