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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.