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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.