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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.