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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Niagra,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.