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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.