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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.