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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.