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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.