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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.