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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Fear,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.