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 Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.