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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 organ 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.