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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 DNA to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Monks,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.