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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.