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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.