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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.