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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.