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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
PIL,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.