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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.