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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.