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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Ossler,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.