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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.