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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
New Order,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.