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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.