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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.