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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.