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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.