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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
10cc,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.