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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.