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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.