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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.