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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.