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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.