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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.