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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.