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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.