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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.