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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Television,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.