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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.