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 Gambia and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.