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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.