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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.