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 Bolivia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.