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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.