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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.