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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.