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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.