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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.