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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.