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 Oman 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swans to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Visage,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.