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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.