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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.