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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.