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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.