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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.