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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.