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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 linndrum 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.