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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
CMW,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.