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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Busters to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.