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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.