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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
The Victims,
The Move,
Audionom,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
June Days,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.