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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.