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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.