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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Television,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.