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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 June Days to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.