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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.