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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.