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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Japan,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Fear,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.