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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.