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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.