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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Can,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
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.