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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.