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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.