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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.