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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.