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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.