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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.