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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.