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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.