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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.