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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.