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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Stetsasonic 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.