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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.