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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Gong,
AZ,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Television,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.