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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.