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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.