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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.