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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.