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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.