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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.