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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Gong,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.