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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.