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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.