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 Spain and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier 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?
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.