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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.