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 Malaysia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.