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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Magma,
the Germs,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.