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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Scion,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.