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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.