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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Association,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.