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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks 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?
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.