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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.