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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.