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 Madagascar 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.