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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.