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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.