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 Austria 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Can,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.