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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Technova,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.