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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.