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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.