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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.