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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Neu!,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.