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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.