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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.