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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.