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 India and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
X-102,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.