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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.