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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
The Index,
June Days,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.