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 Papua New Guinea 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.