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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
AZ,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.