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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Japan,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.