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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Smog,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
ABC,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.