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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.