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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.