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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.