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 Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Franke,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Magma,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.