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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.