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 Czech Republic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.