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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Music Machine to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.