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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Dave Gahan 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.