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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.