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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.