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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Durutti Column to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.