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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 sitar 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.