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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms 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 dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.