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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.