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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.