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 Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.