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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.