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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.