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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.