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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.