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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.