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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.