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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.