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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.