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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.