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 Antigua 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.