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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.