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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
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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.