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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.