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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose 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?
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.