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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.