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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.