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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.