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 India and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Magma,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Swans,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.