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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Index,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.