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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.