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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.