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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.