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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.