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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.