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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
X-102,
Brick,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.