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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Nico to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.