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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.