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 Jordan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.