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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the grime 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.