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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.