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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.