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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Smog,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.