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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.