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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Sparks,
The Names,
The Fugs,
10cc,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.