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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
cv313,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.