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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Clear Light,
Gong,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.