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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.