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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.