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 United States and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.