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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.