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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.