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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.