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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Brick,
CMW,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.