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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.