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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.