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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.