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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Monks,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Japan,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.