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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls 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?
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.