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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.