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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.