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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Pole,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.