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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.