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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.