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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.