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 Liberia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.