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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.