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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.