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 New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.