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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.