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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.