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 Honduras 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
The Move,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.