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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.