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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Roxette,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.