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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.