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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 güiro 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Can,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.