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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.