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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.