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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.