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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.