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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.