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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Pole,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.