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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.