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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.