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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.