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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.