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 China and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.