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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.