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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
cv313,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.