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 Croatia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.