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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.