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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Magma,
The Martian,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.