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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.