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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.