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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.