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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.