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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.