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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.