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 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.