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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Josef K,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.