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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Wings,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.