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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.