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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.