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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.