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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.