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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Minutemen 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.