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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Symarip,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.