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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.