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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.