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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
The Wake,
Smog,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.