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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.