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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
UT,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.