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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.