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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.