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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.