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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.