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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.