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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.