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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.