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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.