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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Walker Brothers to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.