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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.