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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.