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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Fall,
Television,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.