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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.