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 Chad and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.