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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.