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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
The Names,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Nico,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.