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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.