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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.