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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.