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 Denmark 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pierre Henry 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
UT,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.