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 Chad and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.