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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.