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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.