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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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?
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.