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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.