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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.