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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.