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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Radiohead to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.