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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.