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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Machine. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.