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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.