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 Uganda 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.