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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Model 500,
New Order,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Ronan,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.