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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Massinfluence 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.