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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.