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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.