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 Peru 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.