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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Television,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.