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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.