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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.