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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slackers to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.