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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
MC5,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.