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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 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 The Gun Club to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.