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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.