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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.