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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Stooges to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.