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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.