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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Index,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Urselle,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.