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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Visage,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.