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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.