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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Can,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.