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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.