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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.