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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.