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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Nico,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Magma,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.