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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Gong 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 grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.