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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.