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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.