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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.