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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Pole,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.