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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.