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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.