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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.