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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.