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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.