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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.