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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Television,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.