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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.