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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.