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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Magma,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.