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 the UAE and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.