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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.