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 Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 808 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.