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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.